Brant Empire territory, Sester System, First Main Arm.
"Have communications still not been restored?"
On the bridge, Yeripok was letting out his trademark roar.
An hour earlier, Yeripok had led his fleet here, to the final Defense Barrier outside the Brant imperial capital region.
According to intelligence, only around 20 billion main-force warships and 50 billion second-rate warships of the Brant Empire were stationed in the Lanster System at this time.
Although the number of warships reached as high as 70 billion, it made no difference to Yeripok.
In Yeripok's view, trash was trash. No matter how much of it there was, it could never pose a threat to him.
Yet after arriving here, Yeripok discovered that something seemed off.
The entire star system was empty, without a single Brant Empire fleet in sight, and—
The moment his fleet arrived, the entire system was immediately subjected to Hyperspace Interference and spatial transmission interference.
This... was a trap!
Yeripok quickly grasped the situation, but he could not understand it. It was merely an Eighth Order Technological Civilization. Even if they were temporarily trapped here, did the Brant Empire really have the ability to take him down?
Even if they wanted to stage a tactical ambush, they at least needed the strength to support such a tactic!
At first, although Yeripok understood the situation, he had treated it with utter contempt. But before long, he could no longer maintain that disdainful expression.
Just as Yeripok was ordering his subordinates to crack the enemy's interference parameters while arranging the fleet formation to face the Brant Empire's laughable tactical ambush—
An unexpected change occurred!
Crew members began dying mysteriously, and more and more warships turned into Ghost Ships drifting through space.
In just ten minutes, Yeripok discovered that he had lost contact with nearly